Running [h.s.]

eighteen | luna

Trigger Warning: Anxiety attack, mention of suicide. Reader discretion is advised.

This song isn't a part of the chapter, but it is the PERFECT song to listen to when reading this chapter. The lyrics match exquisitely!

Friday, September 18th, 4:15am

"Luna, come quick, it's James!"

"No. I don't give a fuck. I don't want to see him."

"No, Luna. Come. Quick."

I huff down the hallway in pursuit of him, wondering what the commotion is about. His friend picks up speed, hastily leading me to him.

"What's going on?" I ask, feeling a pit of dread hit my stomach. That's when I see his lifeless body on the ground, covered in vomit, his skin pale like a vampire.

I gasp for air, sitting up in my bed. I already know I'm about to have a panic attack. My body feels cold and my lungs feel warm. It's an ironic dichotomy, really. My breathing becomes heavy and quick. And I wish he was here. To hold me, rub spirals on my back, comb through my tangly hair. He's done this before, during the performance he put on for me. That's all it was, all it will ever be, a performance, a lie. As I fell deeper and deeper, he slipped further and further away. Did I really know him? Was he playing a game? Maybe, for the most part, his sweet nothings were just that, nothing.